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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 19 [2010 hrs] The Stormy Shoals of Andoria
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Lieutenant ThanIda zh'Wann (Ida or Lt. zh'Wann) & Lieutenant (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Zark or Lt. zh’Ptrell) | XamotZark zh’Ptrell's Quarters | Deck 8 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy]

Ida had woken suddenly.  It had taken her a few moments to realize she wasn't in her usual sleeping position, and if anything, it seemed far more comfortable than she was used to.  Her eyes looked around and saw the differences in the quarters she was in, and she looked for a chrono of any sort.  A simple digital display was on the side table. 0420.  She'd slept quite a bit.  A pair of soft potrusions pushed into her back and they were accompanied by a warm weight that was trying to mesh with the rest of her body.  A quiet gasp escaped her lips as a hand draped over her chest moved and brushed her nipples.  As she'd demonstrated the night before, she wasn't a prude or afraid of being seen naked, but this was an unusual situation as a flood of memories and mostly remembered sensations returned to her.  She tried to move away from the hand, but the soft arms were strong and they club tighter as she heard a moan of a wakefulness starting to penetrate the haze of sleep behind her.

The Deputy really could have tried to get away, but after doing so much to relieve each other's tension, it seemed rude to be so forceful. So, she tried to squirm her way out.  Something pressed into her hair suddenly and a warm whisper into her hear caused the Zhen to involuntarily shiver, and it wasn't in fear at all. "Uh uh, leaving before the host is ready to see you off is rude Lieutenant Sir."  Zark whispered breathily. "And besides, I can smell it, you're not ready to go yet."  Ida froze at this and for a brief moment, she considered telling the other Zhen that she didn't know what she was talking about, then the hand on her chest began gently squeezing and brushing her chest once more and a quiet gasp of delight escaped her. Another questing hand managed to snake under her hip and between her legs to which she tried to close, but she didn't try too hard, and delicate fingers began to tease her nethers once more and Ida this time let out a louder moan of pleasure as Zark worked her sensual magic once more.

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The chrono now read 0515 and the two Zhen's sat beside each other on the couch.  The only things they were wearing was a steaming cup of Ketheka in their hands.  Both sets of white hair were definitely a mess, yet there was a happy ease with the nakedness of each other.  Zark sipped daintily at her drink while Ida held her mug and stared at the wall for a moment.  The medic let the Deputy have her quiet time.  There was a lot of process having gone from professional separation to antagonism to passion.  She felt she could see the process being worked out in Ida's head.  What were they after all? As if reading Zark's thoughts, Ida decided to voice them. "So where does this leave us? You know the problem now Zark?"  The question's recipient hid her sigh behind a sip, then nodded. "Would I be as willing to risk your life for the mission as readily since you're definitely more than a subordinate?" 

Zark shrugged. "Maybe.  On the other hand, I don't see you changing  how you operate just on my account.  At the end of the day, I'm just as expendable as everyone else if the situation calls for it."  Ida stared at the medic since she'd voiced the one aspect of their profession that wasn't readily admitted to.  On the other hand, Zark had given tacit agreement to Ida doing whatever was necessary to get the job done, and she agreed that Zark shouldn't be shown any special favour.

That bond was there though, and Ida still felt a little odd about it.  It was a new situation, and a new normal for her.  It showed as she turned her head towards the wall once more, deep in thought as her mind worked out the what ifs of how they were going to work together from now on.  Zark took it all in stride as she sipped her drink, then picked up a piece of flat bread and munched on it.  "Here's some unsolicited advice.  I wouldn't worry about it too much.  If anything, now we can trust each other more and we'll be seeing more of each other."  Ida looked at Zark suspiciously, seeing what hidden meanings the naked medic was implying. "Now we can actually get into fights, and next time I won't go easy on you."  Ida wasn't sure someone should be making light of such a conundrum, but she snorted her amusement as she took another sip. At least it helped break the tension of her own thoughts. "Riiiiight.  Easy on me.  Sure. Well, you're welcome to try."  Zark smiled back happily at the challenge and she raised her mug in the middle between them. "Oh, you can count on it boss."  To that, Ida nodded, grinned and a pair of mugs clanked in the morning.

~FIN~
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 5 S [ D02 | 0600 hrs.] Old Friends Die Hard
Last post by Pierce -
[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Avra Trel | Romulus ] Attn: @rae @Ellen Fitz [Show/Hide]

Alana wasn't sure what they'd likely encounter on this mission. The Andorian, Nysari looked particularly uncomfortable with her prosthesis, whereas she herself seemed to not be bothered too much by the notion of pointed ears despite the sensation of it constantly hitting her hair. She went a step farther in having her blood given a synthetic green tint to help blend in should the need arise to 'show' would be captors she wasn't human when harmed.

Hirek was probably the best suited for this mission being native but she had worries that things were not as they appeared on the surface here. Some things made her feel...uneasy. And that was a feeling that never let her down.

Curious of the surroundings which oddly enough were more beautiful than the holos she was shown by Hirek of the homeworld or the ones from her past. The air was calm as her hair moved with the movements along the streets. She smirked at Hirek's comment about not speaking, albeit hers was more native sounding than some others from Starfleet due to extensive dialect training in intelligence, she was still no Romulan. "Makes sense." She smirked with a practiced Romulan scowl.

Holding the hook, the red haired woman inspected it slightly as Hirek passed it to her. It was interesting and reminded her about fishing on Earth. The little trinket gave caused a smile as Hirek mentioned the cove ominous nature and fishing in the same sentence. Nodding slightly, she looked ahead seeing many townsfolk around the market. The sheer feeling of sadness at the fact the townsfolk didn't even realize they were fighting an unseen war.

"How far until we reach our destination? I can see the town getting less trafficked the further we head in this particular direction, so I can only assume we're edging closer to where we need to be."

OOC - Replied to keep the thread moving since we're a month after the previous post.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day1|1900hrs] Show us what you got!
Last post by Pierce -
[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance | FAB | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | The Ranger] Attn: @Dumedion  @Krajin [Show/Hide]

The blonde fighter smiled as she heard the eagerness to get started already. Chomping at the bit for some action since she'd recently had to deal with many friends going missing or suddenly dying, she needed something to get her mind in action mode instead of worry and sadness. Thankfully, the Valkyrie was ready to play. And modded to be like her own, she knew it was a matter of time before she got this thing doing barrel-rolls again.

"Let's rock!" She fist pumped the air and ran to her own Valkyrie, throwing on the cockpit, and the engines. Placing her hands on the controls, she activated the thrusters and jetted out of the fighter bay in response to a test run.

Getting outside the bay, she waited for the others to get out there. Being a holo, she was able to bypass some of the usual security runs and set caution to the winds. Not that far different than a typical operation. "There's a rock cluster ahead, let's get basic navigation down and traversing the asteroid field with the fighters before we activate anything else more."

Not that she didn't want to get into the thick of the action and throw a curveball to her comrades, but she wanted to get them familiar with it first. Cracking her knuckles, she placed her palm and fingers back on the controls again before finally parking nearby to fly in a flanking maneuver with her team. Something she hoped she could retain during this mission and the future was her friends. Shaking the thought off, she waited for Shadow and Atlas to arrive.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1435 hrs] When Trolls Dance, Vulcans Growl
Last post by EnigmaTales -
((OOC: Sorry for the delay, apparently I forgot to hit "post" >.> ))

[ Lt. JG V'lana | Sickbay Lobby  | D. 21 | V. 2 ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

Even after Cross' encouraging words regarding counselling, V'lana felt reluctant to actually make that step - but less so than before, so that was progress. Waiting until everyone had returned in one piece was sound advise as well, but nudged an entirely different fear V'lana harboured. What if she connected to people, made new friends, maybe fell in love again (okay, let's not go that far just yet), and then something happened?
Of course, something happening was always a danger, but in the Theurgy's case and situation, something happening was more likely to.. happen.

"Enjoy the rest of your shift, and pop by if you experience another unbearable headache.", V'lana nodded, watching Cross leave sickbay.

"You can come out of hiding now.", V'lana sighed at the nurse who had initially greeted Cross in the lobby, and who still seemed a little weary around him - hence her making herself look exceedingly busy as far away from him as possible.

"That was a lot of cursing."

V'lana shrugged. "They're just words, and not even directed and you, or me, or anyone in specific. I didn't mind. It was refreshing."

Her colleague gave her an odd look, and returned to her place in the lobby. V'lana in the meanwhile made her way to one of the offices, deciding to take some extra time for proper documentation of Cross' case,  and an extra request for a consult with one of the doctors to find a more permanent and complete cure for the poor man.

FIN
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 4: Eating Savi Crow? [Day 1 |1815 hours]
Last post by Eirual -
[Ens Mia Dunne | Corridor outside the tiny simulation room | Erudite]
Attn: @brutus @griff
Mia nodded to the other officer, Conway, as they disappeared down the corridor. Barpin! That was the name! She thought to herself as she also vowed to remember it for next time, if there was one.

Alistair was at least hopeful she would get some information, even though he seemed as confused as she did about where to find the Savi. “You would think it would not be a big deal,” Mia agreed, “but an engine is only tech. I am looking at more..umm.. how do I say it, societal information?” She paused and frowned slightly, “They seem less forthcoming about that sort of information.”

She paused again while he contacted someone named Danvers to meet them at the access door to the shuttlebay. She guessed this was how he was told to traverse to meet with the Savi liaison. As to the query on what she had learned so far, “Well, from what I have been able to gather so far, they are a homeless species. Highly intelligent and had been keenly interested in scientific pursuits until something called the Scion initiative. That was where things took a rather dark turn. But I still need to learn about how their society designed spaces on their ships, and the purpose of some of those spaces. If we want to ‘sneak’ onto their site that would be very important to know. “

OOC: Sorry for the delay in response. It's been rather crazy here and finding time to write has been in short supply for the past month.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [0823 hrs] Starships Aplenty
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Ensign Lauren Pierce | Holodeck 03 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @tongieboi [Show/Hide]

She smiled knowing that their attention would soon be gathered to observe various starships. Pointing and tapping her index finger to her lips, she pondered what she wanted to peruse. She knew Alana preferred the Constitution Refit class starships, which she had to admit were beautiful as well.

Tapping the controls on the holodeck, she inputted what starship she wanted to see. The Enterprise-A. Constitution Refit, sleek lines and beautiful design.

"Got one! And yes, the holodeck can do just that. The official museums each have their specific starships to explore. The one I've chosen is the one with the most legendary starships of their class commanded by legendary leaders. My....great...great...grandmother? Long story, but she loves these vessels. Her original ship was even in another museum. Just not this one."

The doors opened and within the familiar sounds of the old training Constitution ships could be heard with some obvious omissions. It was not as roomy, nor colorful as the ships of the 2360's or the Excelsior class, but it had a style all it's own. Lauren walked up and saw the uniforms of that era which were of different collar colors and a red militaristic design that was beautiful all it's own.

"We could put these on if we wanted to be authentic." She giggled. "She wore this design too."

"This is the Enterprise, NCC-1701-A. Kirk's' ship. We can always check this one out or can go to the Bozeman."
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [2000 hrs.] Sharing a Broken Heart
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[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance & Ensign Lauren Pierce | NCO Quarters | Deck 22 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Griffinsummoner [Show/Hide]

Tessa and Lauren decided now was time to enter the foray completely as the two of them took Scruffy into their embrace. One below, one above taking all of his attention before they spent the next several hours in various states of sensual motion. Sweat glistening off the trio as they spent an unforgettable evening together before going their separate ways having explored their carnal sides.

Lauren smiled as she saw Scruffy and Tessa still holding one another as she gathered her clothes and headed back to her quarters to take a much needed shower and a nap.

-FIN
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 05 [2350 hrs] A most Unexpected Encounter
Last post by Nesota Kynnovan -
[Lieutenant JG Amanda Ashby | Public Baths | Deck 06 | USS Theurgy]
Attn: @Pierce

It was rather obvious that the Lieutenant Commander on the other side of the hot tub was staring at her breasts and Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle; it was only fair after she had stared at the ample breasts of the red-haired Chief Intelligence Officer as well. When her blue eyes came to rest upon the other woman’s breasts once again, the smile briefly weakened out of sheer surprise as Amanda saw how they slowly perked up. While Alana was still wearing a light blue bikini that was struggling to contain the woman’s huge globes, the hot tub had completely soaked it and that made it obvious to see that the woman’s nipples were gradually getting hard.

At least someone enjoys the view.

The smile immediately returned to Amanda’s face as the thought crossed her mind, partly out of a somewhat misplaced and perverted pride but for a bigger part because this meant that Lieutenant Commander Pierce wasn’t likely to report her to Lieutenant Commander Hathev. Regardless of her relief, Amanda felt that pleasant feeling of her own breasts firming up once more in response to Alana; contrary to the other woman however, Amanda’s breasts were bare though and she would’ve been able to see how her already perky breasts were firming up even more.

When the Chief Intelligence Officer suddenly began to rub her back and asked for a massage, Amanda was definitely taken aback for a brief moment. In all honesty she had expected to talk to Lieutenant Commander Pierce long enough to get herself and Tessa off the hook for their little adventure and then bail as well, but it seemed the redhead was set on gaining something from this encounter as well. For a brief moment it left the blonde-haired Martian at an impasse; would she get out while she was still ahead or would she accept to give the other woman a massage and see where that would take them. Already aroused and previously brought to the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm by Tessa May Lance, the second option definitely felt more intriguing to Amanda and she was already making her way over to Lieutenant Commander Pierce’s side of the hot tub before she’d even realized it herself.

”Of course I wouldn’t!” As she spoke, Amanda’s Martian-accented voice held a tone of genuine empathy. She would often run laps in the corridors herself and sometimes visited the gym as well, if not as much as she actually should, but her own breasts would play absolute havoc on her back as well so she could definitely understand Lieutenant Commander Pierce’s pain. ”Trust me, I know the pain.” A smile began to adorn Amanda’s face as she took up a position to Alana’s right and she slowly reached out to massage the part of her back which the other woman had been rubbing earlier.

”You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your body though.” As she spoke, Amanda gently poured some water onto the redhead’s back with her hands before making contact with the soft skin and slowly beginning to rub the sore muscle underneath with her thumbs. ”You look good, many women would kill for such a figure. Plus,” A soft chuckle escaped Amanda’s lips as she slowly began to apply more pressure onto her thumbs to work out any knots in the sore muscle of Alana’s back. ”Compared to me, you’re terribly overdressed for tonight’s occasion because you’re wearing too much clothing instead of too little.”

While Amanda applied more pressure to Alana’s back she decreased the distance between the two of them without even noticing it herself; she simply shifted into a position that made it easier for her to massage the other woman’s back. In doing so however, her breasts bumped into the soft skin of the Chief Intelligence Officer’s back. It initially startled the blonde-haired Martian but, since it also felt rather nice, it didn’t prevent her from accidentally doing it twice more before she quickly backed away a little bit.  ”How’s your back feeling now, Alana?” As she spoke up, Amanda’s cheeks began to get a flushed shade of red out of what had just happened but her voice betrayed little of that slight hint of embarrassment.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [D01 | 1642hrs] The Spare Tire
Last post by Dumedion -
[LT Talera Emlott | Passenger Section | Shuttlecraft Friedrich Mohs] Attn: @rae @Havenborn
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Her lips pulled down in a tight frown as her eyes narrowed in concentration at the sensor data. This wasn’t how I planned this day to turn out, Talera mused ruefully in an attempt to fight her own building anxiety. Pressure was nothing new, yet she felt the keen weight of being forced into a role outside her area of absolute expertise all the same. Why they had opted to leave without a dedicated science officer was beyond her, but now was hardly the time to discuss her misgivings. It wasn't as if she was incapable, either, but as a medical professional, well...she wouldn't want someone from security performing open-heart surgery. Nothing for it, now.

“Analyzing, stand-by,” the doctor murmured as her hands danced across the console of the shuttle’s modest science suite, then threw a glance over her shoulder to the pilot. “Confirm sensor tracking position – did we upload to Theurgy for triangulation?”

“Confirmed – about 20 light-minutes out away from distress signal source.”

Emlott nodded as she initiated a broad-spectrum index and began cross-referencing the anomaly signature through the database. “Whatever it is, it’s definitely not supposed to be there,” her head shook with another frown as the console bleeped with an affirmative tone. “It appears to be a mass of dissipating chronometric particles...some kind of temporal wake? But it’s tiny, barely twenty meters wide – that doesn’t make sense – every temporal anomaly ever encountered has been massive, naturally occurring or otherwise. From the epicenter, a faint trail of rapidly decaying particles leads directly to the convoy. It’s extremely faint.” The doctor glanced back to the cockpit as she spoke aloud. “Be advised, whatever it is, it left a trail right to where we’re going – but given the rate of particle decay, we wont be able to track it in time to make a difference. The EM interference from the convoy itself isn’t helping, either.”

[Just broadcast last known position Fred, then fall back as ordered], another voice cut in – female, clearly impatient. Talera blinked at the curt tone, but complied.

“We’re heading straight at it,” she whispered, then shared a worried look with everyone in the shuttle. “I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“Heading adjusted Wolf Leader. We’ll run a circuit sixty seconds out from the convoy and remain at warp on stand-by,” the pilot announced, then turned back to Doctor Emlott. “You and me both, but we’re here, and so are the Wolves. Let’s keep our heads and see it through.”

[Meanwhile...[LT (JG) Andram “Javert” Obair | Cockpit | AC-409 MK-III Valkyrie]
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Temporal what? The hell does that even mean, Andram thought incredulously as he reduced thrust. His ship was in the thick of the convoy, approaching from above their angle of orientation. Even at this distance, he could see the glittering debris cloud that surrounded the crippled, lifeless transport - drifting as it fell out of the travel column. The tac-display lit up with data as the Friedrich Mohs uplinked the anomaly’s position, which earned a confused scowl. That doesn’t make sense, that’s just the dead transport, he huffed an unimpressed snort, then keyed his coms open again.

“Data received, pushing to VR – stand by.”

As the last of the flotilla's maintenance tugs and emergency rescue pods returned to their ships – having realized any hope of survivors was futile – Javert lit the thrusters of his Valkyrie and dove at the dead transport. If they wanted visual confirmation that it was dead, he’d give it, but it all seemed a bit redundant if he was being honest. Whatever had happened, there wasn’t much any of them could do about it now.

As the dead ship grew rapidly, Abram noted what he'd thought was a debris cloud was actually sparks and forks of some kind of electrical discharge; it flashed and crawled intermittently across what appeared to be the remnants of the control section of the hull – which looked as if it had been torn apart. His eyes dropped for a second to his own sensor display.

“Salvo, Javert – we might want to get these people the hell out of here. The transport's dead but it’s giving off some...unstable energy readings. It might blow any -”

The warning died in Javert's throat as a blinding wave of blue-white electrical discharge hit his ship; shields were overloaded, power systems fried, and as sparks and smoke filled his cockpit, the pilot could only grunt in agony as every muscle in his body locked rigid. Blood spewed as he bit through his tongue. Eyes wide in pain-induced panic even though his retina’s were burned to uselessness. An eternity of agony passed, as his ship tumbled off-course, thrusters firing in impotent, erratic death-throes. Beyond the gurgled sound of his own painful grunts as his heart seized in agony, the last thing Javert heard was the muted warnings of his ship's systems failing as he drifted off into oblivion.

[The Drone]

It struck as the wave cascaded out. Mechandrite limbs uncoiled from the useless husk of It’s previous kill, the transport’s limited supply of energy drained and repurposed. Surprise had been achieved, kill-directives re-initiated; dozens of armored claws spread out to ensnare It’s new prey as the drone flung Itself into the void. The prey-ship was helpless; rendered inoperable as it tumbled with EM distortion.

Eradicate - prosecute primary directive.

The presence of the new prey was sub-optimal; an anomaly in the drone's programmed historical events. Lacking essential data to calculate a discernible favorable outcome in regard to It’s primary objectives, they would be eliminated to ensure absolute success. No alternative measures were required. In a matter of seconds, the prey-ship would be crushed and sheared to lifelessness in Its coils.

Unfortunately, the drone failed to consider or account for the stupidity of human courage.

[Talia “Shadow” Al-Ibrahim | Cockpit | AC-09 MK-III Valkyrie]
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She dropped out of warp and instantly realized two very important mistakes: one, given the fact that the cockpit was filled with the flashing crimson lights and computer’s droned proximity alert warnings – Talia had failed to adjust her exit point to account properly for her speed. Two, and this was rather more important: by re-routing power from shields and weapons, it was highly unlikely she was going to survive the outcome.

Not that there was anything she could do about it.

“Shiiit this’ll hurt,” Talia grimaced against the breaking thrusters as something chromed with a blur of what looked like tentacles filled her cockpit, even as she tried to raise her nose and roll to avoid it.

Weakened shields flared with the impact, as sparks from overloaded relays filled the cockpit. Talia was thrown forwards in the harness, then crushed back into her seat as the inertia dampening field failed. The stars tumbled beyond as everything faded to gray, then red, then black.

She woke to the sound of multiple voices; all of them distorted with bursts of static. Shadow grimaced, blinked, then swallowed a mouthful of blood. A hand wafted the smoke that filled her cockpit away from the consoles with a grunt of effort. Dark eyes narrowed as Talia struggled to reboot her systems, amazed she was still in one piece, relatively speaking.

“Fuck sakes, I’m here, give me a minute,” Shadow grunted. 

Power flickered back online as she scanned the heavens, trying to find out what the hell happened. Her HUD flashed to life, and with it, the TVD. Talia swore as she looked over her shoulder, through the hull. Whatever she’d hit was slowly jerking back to life; it looked like a chrome cephalopod – twitching as it tumbled – re-orienting itself from the impact. Javert’s ship was a smoking corpse beyond it, drifting off into the void; he hadn’t punched out. Talia couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead, but her eyes narrowed as Chromie jerked its body directly at her, and pounced.

Shadow lit her thrusters and rolled hard.

“Wolf Four, engaging."

OOC: sorry for delay. RIP Javert.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos
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[ Lt. JG Callax Valin | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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It was only a matter of time before chaos struck them again. This time by a rotted wood log of all things. It had not been the most comfortable chair, but it was a chair that served them well until the end. Somehow it felt fitting that even on Qo’noS, one of the least dangerous things a person could think of could still try to hurt them.

His body ached as the pair became tangled on the ground. It was not until she was on top of him that he realized how cold he was. Pressed tightly together, he could feel her warmth. The rise and fall of her chest. It was equal parts comforting and arousing. Again, how long had it been since he had been this close to a woman? He felt tears begin to pool at the corner of his eyes but he shook them away. Klingon company was not the best place to show such vulnerability.

“Hey,” Cal said, voice soft. His eyes had a glimmer of caring concern as he stared up at her. Before she could rise, he reached up to gently brush Enyd’s cheek. “Do not be upset. I did not know that is what you were doing. Had I known, I would have thanked you. While I am all for a challenge, I do not believe my body would survive that particular challenge this evening.” He beamed a cheeky grin at her and gestured towards the klingon woman who had approached them.

Enyd lifted herself up and Cal accepted her outstretched hand to help himself up. His posture was sturdy, finding he had more strength in his legs now than moments before. Something certainly had his blood pumping now and some part of him told him it was not the bloodwine.

“Alright then, Miss Cultural Expert,” he managed to say with a bit of renewed vigor. “If that was some klingon ritual and you have now claimed me, what are my obligations? After all, Starfleet would expect us to respect local cultures and I might have a future in the Diplomatic Service if my family gets their way so I can use all the experience I can get. If I’ve been roped into something, I prefer to see it to the end rather than quit halfway.”

If nothing else, Cal was stubborn.
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